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vampiresautopsy · 6 months

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‘Sex Therapy’

(Cw// smut)

"Now, Will," Hannibal clicks his pen before fixing his gaze to his patient "How has been your sex life been of late?"

Will shifts awkwardly in his seat, his eyes darting all over the room for exits. "I thought we were here to delve into my mind, not my bedroom."

"The mind and the bedroom are often intertwined. It's in these moments of vulnerability that we truly reveal our deepest desires and fears. So, indulge me. Have you been finding any...connections?"

"It's been rather....vacant." Will runs a hand back through his curls, allowing the light to cast over his eyes. Uncomfortable, and targeted straight at the floor.

"By choice, or by the impairment of your job?" A question that caused Will's eyes to rise back to Hannibal's. "It could be a powerful remedy for the toll your work takes on your psyche."

"I don't have have the capacity to love a partner, not right now." Will adverts his eyes back down, allowing the curls to fall once more.

Hannibal leans back, steepling his fingers. "One can indulge in physical intimacy without being ensnared in the labyrinth of love. A symphony isn't always a love song; rather just a harmonious arrangement of notes. Have you considered looking for partners to play these melodies with?"

Will crossed his arms, a barrier against the vulnerability he felt in that moment. Several seconds of silence pass, the sound of Hannibal's grandfather clock filling in the unspoken words.

"A fuck buddy?" Will finally murmured out, a subtle smirk playing on his lips, eyebrows raised.

"If that's what you choose, there's many online websites-"

"I'm not sleeping with random strangers, Dr. Lecter." Will abruptly cut off Hannibal, now making stern eye contact.

"Well," Hannibal slowly introduces his words, warning Will of his rudeness. "On the other hand, I am willing to try sex therapy with you, if you believe you will benefit."

Will gawks slightly, leaning forward. "You mean, me and you? Having sex?"

Hannibal nods as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. A psychiatrist having sex with his patient.

"I don't know...I've never done anything with a guy..." Will begins to trail off, picking at his finger nails, a nervous habit that betrayed his attempts to appear collected.

As Hannibal stands up, Will holds his breath. The reality of the moment eludes his comprehension, and, more astonishingly, he finds himself fully reveling in it.

Will could feel his dick hardening as he gazes down at his psychiatrist, who is now on his knees before him. Hannibal places a hand on Will's thigh with enough pressure to elicit a gasp.

"Is this alright, Will?" The older man asks, sure to gather Will's full consent.

He nods vigorously, tongue swiping between his lips, mentally cursing at himself for going for the tighter jeans in his collection today.

Hannibal's face takes on an amused grin as he begins to work on Will's belt, deliberately savoring each moment. Will's dick twitches with every brush of Hannibal's hand over the fabric.

Will shifts his hips slightly forward, giving Hannibal better access. "Please, Hannibal." he mumbles as his head tilts back slightly, still sure to keep his eyes on the doctor.

Hannibal finally releases Will into his hand, giving him soft strokes. He takes his thumb over the slit, smearing the precum that was beginning to leak. He lifts the thumb to his lips, taking in a taste of Will.

In the brief second Will took to close his eyes, Hannibal's lips was already around his dick.

Hannibal takes the time to move his tongue around Will's tip as his mouth takes in all of Will's length.

Will clenches a fistful of Hannibal's hair, swaying his hips into his mouth. His eyes shut, savoring the subtle sound of Hannibal's suppressed gagging. Incoherent utterances spill from his lips, the sheer ecstasy of Hannibal's mouth around him causing his cognitive to fail.

Hannibal reaches down to rub himself off, his moans vibrating down Will's dick, drool piling slightly at his lips.

Every nerve seemed to ignite with an electric fervor in Will, the once laxed boy now full-throttle face-fucking his psychiatrist. Hannibal lets go of himself to grip onto Will's thighs for stability, feeling the involuntary tears prick his eyes.

"Fuck, this is so good," Will groans out, oblivious to his noise volume. He grips Hannibal's hair tighter, pushing his dick down his throat rapidly as he nears his end. "I'm gonna come, Hannibal."

As the culmination of sensations built within him, Hannibal uncontrollably sobbing on his dick, a shudder coursed through his body. His warm seed leaking down the back of Hannibal's throat before a quick swallow.

Hannibal licks Will clean as he plants small kisses on his tip, each one causing another jolt in Will's muscles.

Will sulks back in the chair, recovering from his euphoria. A 'thank you' dances around his mind, but never quite comes out.

Hannibal brushes his knees as stands, taking his handkerchief to dry his eyes. "So?"

Will gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent affirmation that spoke volumes.

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horrorcult-renaissance · 10 months

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Nothing Is Beyond the Pale in Darkness

(A wee Will Grahm moment. I mostly write these for myself and barely ever post them. This is just a quick first draft I really liked. Nothing triggering as far as I know. Just Will Graham and an old friend having a coffee. A little flirting near the end. Maybe I’ll continue it when I know what happens next.)

The friends agreed to meet at a little cafe they both knew in Manassas. The man had chosen Bon Temps for its rustic bayou theme. It was neither as kitschy nor as pretentious as other coffee shops near his place of work. The lighting was low and warm, the voices of its few patrons were hushed, and they stayed open until after dusk. He entered the cafe and scanned the room for his friend, who was sitting at a little table between a vintage privacy screen and a dried-out-looking ficus that on closer inspection was plastic and quite dusty. The last of the day's golden hour sunlight hit her face from over the screen, streaming in and filling it with warm light. She was still wearing her distinctive soft masculine dark academic sort of outfit that she often wore to work. The man walked over slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. His face looked tired with its five-o-clock shadow, but that did nothing to mar his delicate but handsome features. When she looked up and noticed him approaching the table, her eyes lit up with recognition. She waved slightly. He was the first to speak this time.

"Well, hello there. It's been quite a while since our last exchange. How have you been holding up?" Will Graham said, settling into the booth opposite her. She sighed and shrugged.

"Well it's 6 pm and I haven't eaten a damn thing today but I'm ok with that." She glanced briefly at his eyes and then looked back down at the table. Will caught that she was avoiding eye contact with him and tilted his head to look at her, his eyes narrowing. Then he leaned back in his seat and looked at her head on. "A human body requires sustenance to keep functioning properly. You'll have to nourish yourself at some point, you know."

She looked up at him again, but even then, her gaze seemed to rest at the top of his left ear, not at his eyes. "Yeah, there's just not much in my house for groceries right now. I've been craving Chinese food so I'm holding out for my paycheck to come in and then I'm gonna order some."

He nodded, looking down at her arms folded in front of her on the table and then back at her face.

"Don't hold out for too long. Your body needs fuel. Skipping too many meals is hardly a healthy habit."

"Don't worry, I won't." She paused and fiddled with the place settings. Will noticed but kept his gaze steady. He knew from her body language that something was on her mind. Finally, with faux absentmindedness she made her move."Do you remember the conversation we had last time we got Chinese food?"

Will smiled coyly. He did, in fact, remember slightly. That was a night he had more than his usual share of whiskeys. It has been shortly after his release from a mental ward and his mood had been... intense. He called her on the off chance she could pick him up and she drove him home that night. He vaguely remembered the slight innuendo he had uncharacteristically thrown her way to see if she'd bite. She mostly looked terrified. He had kind of liked it. "Yeah, I remember. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, I was just curious I guess. I was wondering if you remember what else was transpiring during that evening." She had twisted the paper wrapper of her straw from her ice water up into a tight twist and slid it to the edge of the table. Will couldn't remember exactly where that evening fell among the many notable evenings during that time in his life. "I remember that we talked about our favorite type of Chinese food and some of the other restaurants we each wanted to try. Why? Is something wrong?" His eyebrows raised as he leaned slightly towards her, gazing out from beneath them. She took a nervous sip of her water. "No. Nothing is wrong. I was just curious." She finally made eye contact with him. Though the air in the cafe was quite warm for the crisp autumn evening, she seemed to shiver slightly. Will leaned back again, looking her over. "Well, now I'm curious about your curiosity. Is my presence during that time in your thoughts lately?" A waitress set their drinks on the table, interrupting the tension. A chai breve' with a sprinkle of cinnamon for her, and for Will, just a plain strong black coffee. They both politely thanked the server before she loped back towards the counter.

"More than you know." Her shivering seemed to ebb and her shoulder took a bolder shape. Will looked bemused.

"Now that is intriguing, what do you mean by that?" He said. She sighed, "When I find myself in a darker headspace, my thoughts often drift toward the experiences we've shared." She looked down and shook her head slightly, "I start contemplating you, and you tend to occupy a significant presence in my internal dialogue during those moments." She looked back up at him. Will looked slightly ashamed.

"So you find yourself ruminating on me when you're caught in the depths of a dark headspace... And does that notion elicit fear within you?" He swallowed hard. "Or does the thought of me in those places offer some semblance of solace?" She looked at him and looked down, searching her mind for an honest answer. "I'm not sure. I’m unsure if its a bit of both. Or if it's that I scare me and you comfort me." She looked at him a little sadly. He continued his line of questioning, "Do you associate me with... bad feelings? Bad times?" He was nervous about what her answer would be, but she smiled.

"Definitely not bad times. Not a bad feeling either. It's more like... being alone with dark feelings." She had ceased her avoiding of his eyes. He began to smile back again. "So you're saying you think about me when you're lonely?" At that she chuckled a bit, tossing her hair out of her eyes.

"I mean, yeah that's true. But I don't think that's all there is to it. I think it has more to do with... I look to you because i know some of what you've been through, what you still probably go through. I think of you when I'm feeling unstable with my own identity because I know you've had those issues. " Will flinched a little at her reference to his troubled days, but decided to steer the boat to warmer waters. "I see,” he chuckled “So I'm like a... comfort thing?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." She shrugged. He leaned in closer, "Does that mean I'm your security blanket?" At that she cocked her head with a bit of surprise, her eyebrows coming together briefly before she leaned in to match him. "Why? Wanna cuddle?" They both laughed and Will sat back and rubbed his chin with his palm and thumb. Then he looked back at her. "Look... don't take this the wrong way... but if you asked me to cuddle, I'd probably do it."

"Is that so?"

"Well.. yeah. Why not? I haven't had anyone close to me in a long time. I do miss those things." He pursed his lips and then licked them, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. It was his turn to avoid eye contact.

"Been a while?" She asked, following his eyes off into the distance.

"Yeah." He sighed, "It really has."

"I could see that. I never really thought about your love life. You've always been a pretty solitary type of guy in general. Well, except for the dogs." He nodded and looked back at her. "I'm used to being alone. But that doesn't mean loneliness doesn't affect me. I haven't felt held in...," he shook his head and sighed, "forever." He was still gazing off to someplace in his head. She rubbed the back of her arms and, not believing she dared it, she said, "I mean, we can have a cuddle sometime, if you want. You're my friend. I trust you." He looked back at her slowly. "Is that so?"

"Why wouldn't I? Do you bite?" She shrugged, watching him intently.

"Me?" He said with a wide smile, "Nooooo."

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